Their Eyes Shine, Reflecting Stars

noblesseeye1

 

alleye

 

sashaeye

 

Two whistles, one for each,
and familiar sounds draw close in darkness—
cadence of hoof on hardened bottomland,
twinned blowing of air through nostrils curious, flared.
They come deepened and muscular movements
conjured out of sleep: each small noise and scent
heavy with earth, simple beyond communion…

…and in the night, their mares’ eyes shine, reflecting stars,
the entire, outer light of the world here. 
~Jane Hirschfield from “After Work”

 

wallyeye

 

tonyeye

 

It’s tempting to fall into this fathomless well –
Their eyes are what I see first,
This retinal magnet drawing my own into
Such incalculable depths.

Yet I’m merely reflected like starlight;
Only dancing on a mirrored surface
When I long to dive in deeper~
To be so lost I must be found.

 

wally617

 

noblesse11316

 

noblessesunset

 

brothers

6 thoughts on “Their Eyes Shine, Reflecting Stars

  1. I am no judge of horses. The only ones that I have seen up close are the thoroughbreds at the annual Saratoga meet each year as they are paraded from their barns to the track. The pics that you show of your Haflinger beauties, Emily, are something special. It is in their eyes — those liquid dark reflective pools that seem to speak, to know and to understand the world about them. I know that probably sounds romantic. So be it. I think if I were up close to these beautiful horses I would be hypnotized by their eyes. Even their long eyelashes are spectacular. What a wonderful place for your children to grow up and what precious memories they will have….

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